Morris had his own thoughts on Harry's words.
He was more inclined to believe that Quirrell was the one who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone.
But neither Quirrell nor Snape actually had anything to do with him.
For Morris, the Philosopher's Stone itself was more important at that moment.
"What can the Philosopher's Stone do?" Morris asked.
"It can create Elixir of Life and turn any metal into pure gold," Hermione replied quickly. "Perhaps there are many more uses, but that's all the book says."
Immortality?
Morris suddenly remembered that back in Knockturn Alley, Quirrell was trying to buy Nyx Krait venom.
Frick said that the venom could be processed to extend lifespan.
This almost confirms that Quirrell is the one who wants the Philosopher's Stone.
"It can conjure gold, isn't that amazing?" Ron's eyes lit up. "Just imagine, if you could get your hands on it, you'd never have to worry about money again!"
"Indeed," Morris agreed. "No one can resist gold; who wouldn't want a stone like this?"
Hermione glanced at Harry. " Snape thought so too."
Harry nodded. "If the Philosopher's Stone falls into the wrong hands, the consequences will be dire. Snape would definitely want to use it for evil."
"For example?" Morris asked.
"It's evil anyway," Harry replied.
After parting ways with Harry and the others, Morris returned to his dormitory.
He leaned against the bed, stroking the Guantou as he fell into deep thought.
For him, the Philosopher's Stone undoubtedly held immense appeal.
Whether it's turning lead into gold or achieving immortality, both are extremely tempting.
As he said, no one can resist gold.
Getting the Philosopher's Stone will definitely not be easy.
But how will you know if you don't try?
Even if I can't take it with me in the end, I should at least see what it looks like with my own eyes.
Such a wondrous thing might be hidden somewhere in Hogwarts; he had no reason not to investigate.
Once this thought arises, it's hard to suppress.
Morris, always quick to act, immediately decided to go to that room to check the situation.
However, it definitely won't work during the day.
You can't use the Shadow Concealment freely during the day.
As long as he possessed the Shadow Concealment, he was confident that he would not be discovered by anyone.
Unless the opponent uses a wide-range Lumos Charm to dispel all the darkness, they cannot force him out of the darkness.
If he hadn't done that, even Dumbledore wouldn't have been able to spot him hiding in the shadows.
For the rest of the time, Morris lived as usual.
late at night.
When his Meditation ended, Morris looked up and glanced at the clock on the wall.
11:53 AM.
It's almost time.
Morris rose silently, changed into a hooded robe, and went out the door.
As he walked down the stairs, he noticed that the common room was not empty.
Besides him, there was another equally furtive figure standing there.
It's Robert Hilliard.
Robert cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself and quietly left the lounge.
It seems that tonight at Hogwarts will be anything but peaceful.
In fact, Morris would occasionally run into other students who were out at night when he visited the library at night.
Fortunately, he was never discovered by anyone else.
Have a safe journey.
Morris arrived at the door of the room where Fluffy was without any trouble.
He turned the handle; it was locked.
To avoid attracting attention, he did not intend to use the unlocking spell.
" Shadow Concealment."
Morris chanted silently, his body transforming into a flowing black mass as he entered the room through the crack in the door.
In his perception, the scene inside the door was the same as when he last came: a huge Three-Headed Dog was locked up, two of its heads were sleeping with their eyes closed, and the remaining one, although its eyes were open, did not seem very energetic and kept yawning.
What a useless watchdog.
Morris carefully sensed the entire room and finally found a small Trapdoor under the Three-Headed Dog's body.
The Trapdoor was still being held shut by one of the Three-Headed Dog's paws.
Of course, this was meaningless to Morris.
Without hesitation, he moved through the shadows and slipped through the crack into the Trapdoor.
Heading downwards.
In the darkness, Morris sensed some long, thin objects, probably some kind of vine-like plant.
He landed on a soft patch of ground, emerging from the shadows, and in that instant, the vines surged up as if they were alive.
Morris was startled and immediately disappeared back into the darkness.
The vines, having lost their target, writhed aimlessly in the darkness a few times before slowly drooping down and returning to dormancy.
It was the Devil's Snare; he recognized the plant.
Morris did not stop, but continued deeper into the stone corridor.
He then arrived at a room filled with flying keys, a room with a giant chessboard, a room with Troll, and a room with bottles on the table.
These rooms are clearly designed with specific access methods.
But Morris used the same method: he simply slipped through the crack in the door.
What a pity, such a well-designed level was ruined by a cheater.
Upon reaching the next room, Morris intended to emerge from the shadows to catch his breath, but within this room, he suddenly sensed two unusual silhouettes.
One of them appeared to be a mirror, and judging from its size, it was likely the Mirror of Erised that he had seen before.
The other silhouette is that of a tall, living person with a long beard, standing motionless in front of the mirror with his back to him.
Without a doubt, this is Dumbledore himself.
Morris hesitated for a moment.
He now has two choices.
You can either leave immediately, or stay here and wait for Dumbledore to leave before taking any further action.
Based on past experience, Dumbledore should be unaware of him hiding in the shadows.
Therefore, he chose the latter.
Dumbledore stood there in front of the mirror, motionless.
For a full five minutes, he made no other move except to adjust his glasses.
Morris was starting to get impatient.
What exactly did Dumbledore see in the Mirror of Erised that could fascinate him so much?
Just as he was about to leave, Dumbledore suddenly shook his head and turned around.
For a fleeting moment, Morris thought he had been discovered.
Dumbledore simply adjusted his glasses and then sat down on the ground.
He took a bag out of his pocket, took out an oval-shaped object, and put it in his mouth.
Is it medicine? Or candy?
Morris breathed a sigh of relief, but was also somewhat puzzled.
What made the Headmaster of Hogwarts sit alone in front of the Mirror of Erised late at night... eating candy?
That's really strange.
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